HARDIN
"Fine," I growled, the word burning like acid on my tongue. "Get in the car."
I slid back into the driver's seat and fired up the engine. Elara rushed in after me, barely getting the door shut before I slammed my foot on the gas. The car shot forward like a demon released from hell.
As twins, mind-linking Aaron had always been effortless even if we were far apart. But right now the connection felt like a severed artery. It wasn't just silence, it felt like a part of me was dying gradually. A slow, brutal tear ripped through my chest, piece by piece, like claws dragging through my rib cage. Every heartbeat hurt like a dagger sawing my heart.
I knew father had lied to me. He said Aaron was recovering. But this pain… this was my brother slipping away. And where the fuck was I?
"Hardin," Elara's urgent voice cut through the roar of the engine as I tore around another corner. "You need to slow down, please!"
